Page 37 of Venom (St. Sebastian’s at Cravenmoor Academy #1)

She pulls her top over her head to reveal her gorgeous tits to me. The sight of the bruises is a gut punch, a visceral reminder of what happened in the clock tower. The need for release is roaring, hot and suffocating. It mixes with a possessive, feral lust that makes my cock throb.

I don’t hesitate. I cross the room and push her back onto the bed, my mouth crashing down on hers. It’s not a kiss; it’s a fucking brand. I feel Viper’s gaze on us, a heavy, oppressive weight, but I don’t give a single fuck. This is what I need from her.

I break off the kiss to undo the button on her leather pants, and I rip them down her legs, pulling her boots off in the process. Dumping them on the floor, I’m back on her, my fingers finding her clit. She’s already wet for me, slick and ready.

I don’t bother with much more foreplay. She doesn’t need it.

I sure as fuck don’t. I undo my jeans and pull my cock out, gripping it before I slam into her.

She cries out, a sharp, breathless sound that’s pure pleasure, and arches up to meet my thrusts.

Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me deeper.

Her nails rake down my back under my tee before she shoves it up and over my head.

This is what I needed. Not the cold, detached kill.

This. This raw, violent, all-consuming claiming.

This is the only thing that makes sense anymore.

Her cunt clenches around me, soaking me in her heat, and a guttural groan tears from my throat. My hips slam into hers, a brutal, punishing rhythm. Her sharp nails rake down my back, my arms, leaving trails of fire on my skin.

I grip her hips, pulling her tight against me with each downward stroke, burying myself to the hilt. Her head thrashes on the bed, a choked cry escaping her lips with every impact. “Fuck, Rafferty,” she gasps, her voice a ragged prayer.

My gaze flickers to the corner of the room.

Viper has moved to the armchair, and he watches every move, his eyes dark and unreadable.

He’s letting this happen. He’s watching me fuck his girl, and the knowledge is a potent fucking aphrodisiac.

My cock swells even more, almost painfully hard.

I thrust harder, faster, claiming her in front of him, my cock screaming for release.

“Look at me,” I grit out, my thumb brushing over the angry bruise on her throat. She meets my gaze, her eyes a wild storm of lust and pain. I see the killer in them, the same fucking void I see in my reflection.

She screams my name as she comes, her cunt convulsing around my cock, milking me dry.

My control shatters. I roar her name as I come, my release a violent, shuddering wave that empties me completely. For a single, fleeting second, the cold inside me vanishes, replaced by the searing heat of her.

My body is heavy, boneless, as I collapse onto her, burying my face in the curve of her neck. I breathe her in. For a moment, the world is just the frantic beat of her heart against my chest and the slick heat of her cunt still gripping the base of my cock.

Then, her hands are on my shoulders, shoving. “Get off,” she rasps, her voice raw. “My ribs…”

“Fuck,” I grunt and pull out of her slowly, deliberately, a slick sound in the quiet room.

Propped on my elbows, I look down at her.

She’s a fucking masterpiece of ruin. Bruised, fucked-out, her lips swollen from my kiss, her hair a tangled mess on the bed.

My mark is on her, a claim visible to anyone who looks.

My gaze slides to Viper. He hasn’t moved. He just sits there, watching us with that unnerving stillness, his face a mask of stone. He’s not angry. He’s not jealous. He’s assessing. It’s more unsettling than if he’d tried to rip my fucking throat out.

I roll off her to the side, my cock still slick with her.

I don’t bother wiping myself off. I want her scent on me.

I pull on my jeans, my gaze never leaving her.

She watches me back, her eyes dark and calculating, the storm already gathering again behind their green depths.

I’ve had my release, but the gnawing unease remains.

She’s still in danger. And that makes her mine to protect, mine to fuck, mine to own.

This changes nothing. It changes everything.

“Feel better?” Viper asks.

“Much,” I say with a breathless laugh. “Can’t seem to last longer than a few minutes, though.

This cunt…fuck…” I drop my fingers to Venetia’s pussy and swipe them through my cum.

I play with her clit, gliding my fingers over her, pinching, twisting, teasing, until she is a panting, ragged mess next to me.

“Have you had the pleasure yet?” I murmur to him, even though I know the answer.

If he had, he would never leave her bed.

Her body arches off the bed, a strangled cry ripping from her throat as she shudders around my fingers.

A second orgasm, stolen from her in the aftermath.

It’s a victory lap, a final fuck you to the man watching from the chair.

I withdraw my hand slowly, slick with our cum, and bring my fingers to my lips, tasting the mixture. It’s the taste of ownership.

“You done?” Viper’s voice is a low rumble, devoid of any emotion. It’s that fucking calm that gets under my skin.

I turn to face him, a smirk on my face. “For now.”

He rises from the chair, a slow, deliberate movement. A predator uncoiling. He stalks towards the bed, his gaze not on me, but on Venetia. He stops at the edge, looking down at the beautiful chaos I’ve made of her.

“Good,” he says, his voice still flat. Then he looks at me. “Now get out. Daddy needs to clean his filthy girl up.”

The dismissal is so absolute, so fucking final, it’s like a punch to the gut. He’s not fighting me for her. He’s treating me like I was just a tool to give her a release she needed, and now my purpose is served.

“Daddy?” I ask with a raised eyebrow and look down at her.

She is like the cat that got the cream, pardon the pun.

“Out, Warrick. Before I break something you’ll need later.”

I look at Venetia. She’s watching us, her eyes half-lidded, a faint, knowing smile on her swollen lips. She’s enjoying this.

“Well, fuck,” I mutter and rise. I’m not getting in the way of that. I will come out the loser, and I hate to fucking lose. Whatever is going on between them is raw, visceral and yet she has no intention of giving me up. “I’m staying. I want to watch.”

Viper’s gaze flicks from me to Venetia, a silent question passing between them.

A whole fucking conversation in a single look.

He doesn’t respond to me. He responds to her.

He reaches down, his knuckles brushing the inside of her thigh, right next to where my cum is still smeared on her skin.

“Do you want an audience, wildcat?” he murmurs, his voice a low, possessive rumble.

The choice is hers. The power is hers. It’s a fucking masterful move, and I have to admit, I’m impressed.

Venetia looks at me, her eyes glittering with a dangerous, calculating light. A slow, wicked smile spreads across her face. “Why not?” she purrs, her voice husky with pleasure. “The more the merrier.”

Fucking hell. She’s a goddess of chaos, and I worship at her altar. My cock gives a hard twitch.

Viper doesn’t even flinch. He just nods, as if this were the expected outcome.

He turns his back on me and walks into the bathroom and turns on the shower.

He comes back out naked and picks her up to carry her to the shower.

He places her inside and closes the door.

I’m forced to move, to watch. He picks up the soap and sponge and kneels at her feet.

He cleans her with a slow, deliberate intimacy that is more possessive than any fucking I’ve ever seen.

Each stroke is a claim, erasing my mark and replacing it with his care.

And I’m forced to fucking watch. I made this torturous bed myself, and now I have to lie in it.

If I leave, I will look jealous and pathetic.

If I don’t leave, I’m going to come again just by watching this dynamic.

There is only one choice.

I strip off completely and move slowly over to the shower, giving them both time to notice my approach. I slide the glass door open and see Venetia’s eyes closed, her lips parted as Viper uses this cleansing to give her pleasure.

I step into the shower, the hot spray hitting my skin, causing my already hard cock to twitch. Viper doesn’t even acknowledge my presence. He just continues his slow, sensuous torture of Venetia’s body with the soap-lathered sponge.

I reach out and run my fingers over her breast. She shivers but doesn’t open her eyes.

A small smile plays on her lips, and I know she’s enjoying this.

The water cascades over her body, creating a sinfully enticing image that makes my cock throb with need.

Viper’s hands move over her hips, his touch possessive and sure.

He’s marking her as his, cleaning away my touch, but I don’t give a fuck. I want to be a part of this.

I lean in, my lips brushing over her nipple. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

Her breath hitches, and she leans into me slightly, a silent invitation. My mouth clasps her nipple, and I suck it hard, flicking my tongue over it. Her hand wraps around my cock and tugs gently.

Viper continues his methodical cleaning, his hands moving over her hips, her thighs, her stomach. It’s a silent battle, a war fought with touches and caresses, and I’m fucking here for it.

My lips trail up to find hers in a hungry, possessive kiss.

She responds eagerly, her tongue clashing with mine, a dance of dominance and submission that leaves us both breathless.

Viper’s hands don’t stop their movements, his touch a constant reminder of his presence, his control.

It’s a heady mix, the push and pull of our desires, the silent battle for dominance.

Breaking the kiss, I trail my lips down her neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. She gasps, her head falling back, exposing more of her bruised throat to me. Viper’s hands move to her breasts, still cleaning every inch of her.

His control is beyond measure. I don’t know how he isn’t ravaging her right now.

I am a lost man, lost in her. When he moves around to the back of her, I drop to my knees, my hands gripping her hips as I look up at her.

Her eyes are dark with lust, her lips parted in anticipation.

I lean in, my tongue flicking out to taste her clit.

She jolts as my tongue flicks over her clit, a deliberate, teasing touch that makes her hips buck against my hands.

Viper’s fingers dig into her flesh, holding her steady as I continue my assault on her senses.

The water cascades over us, steam filling the air, creating a cocoon of heat and desire.

I can feel her pleasure building, her body coiling tighter with each flick of my tongue. Viper’s hands roam over her, claiming every inch of her skin, a silent reminder that she belongs to him. But she’s mine too.

Her hips grind against my mouth, seeking more friction, more pressure. I give it to her, sucking her clit between my lips, grazing it lightly with my teeth. I want to consume her, to devour every inch of her until she’s a trembling mess in our arms.